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Mohabbat ka saath kyun chhode??


Two Liitres of Water---A Short Half Fiction

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I was about to slap her when she said “Thank You Bhabi” after receiving the gift from her neighborhood sister-in-law.

It was her birthday; a small party has been thrown for the closed ones. Nearly at 10pm when everyone leaved after taking the dinner I took her to her bedroom and closing the door I busted out in anger…

---how many times I have told you not to say “Thanks You” when we are in a crowded place? Tell me how many times I have told you?

There were neither fear nor anger in her face, she was smiling and replied

---you have told me more than thousand times.

Her smile made me angrier, I shouted and asked

---then why don’t you listening to my words? Sometime I become confused whether you really care for me or not? Do you take my words seriously or whatever I say is just a fun for you?

Though I was shouting continuously still there were no fear, no irritation and no anger in her face, looking at me she was just smiling because she knew it was my false anger, so leaving my false anger I hugged her and…..

Whenever she says “Thank You” to anyone, every time I feel to kiss her lips until I am satisfied. Her way of pronunciation, the rhythm, the tune, the voice and the sweetest smile while saying “Thank You” blows my mind every time. I can’t express in words what I feel whenever I have listened “Thank You Bhabi’ or “Thank you uncle” etc from her.

So after hugging her I kissed her lips.

After five months of our patch up she has started to take two more liters of water per day.

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